Verhovayak Lapja, 1940. július-december (23. évfolyam, 27-52. szám)
1940-07-25 / 30. szám
July 25, 1940 Page I Writing for the Verhovay Journal By AMELIA NYERS This article of mine is written not to discourage but rather to encourage those non-professional writers who seem to have a natural talent for writing. By natural talent I mean those Verhovay members who have a particular faculty or gift for writing. After reading some of the articles contributed by some of the members, I am inclined to believe that there is much more worthwhile material that could be submitted for publication in the Journal. Mr. Revesz is entirely within his rights in requesting that members in the future omit the gossip (meaning inane gossip, not news of real interest) of their local branches, since non-resident members find the reading of this material very boring, and since it might be used as a protective mask for insults and slander. And after a long day spent reading unimportant local news items, Mr. Jozik must leave the office feeling very tired and discouraged . Now, what to write about, and how to express it? First: Go to your local library and borrow all the books you can on the art of writing. Read them for enjoyment. Read them again for the knowledge contained therein, and study more minutely the technique disclosed. Next, write out those phrases which appealed to your fancy. Learn just why you found them appealing. Did these sentences impress you in any way? Did they open up a certain train of thought within your own mind? If they did, you have natural talent and should develop this latent talent further. Second: Read all the books of the great authors you can beg, borrow, or buy, even second hand ones. They are still inspiring. Read Homer. His works are still considered as something new in this very modern age. Even William Shakespeare’s works, written in the sixteenth centuiy, contain many slang expressions which we believe to be a product of the twentieth century. Study the Kubla Khan by Coleridge; also, The Advancement of Learning, by Francis Bacon. This reading will not only develop the mind, but will also be good exercise for the ;visualizing faculty. Third: By now you should have some idea of writing technique. Now, what to write about? Verhovay members are scattered over all the United States; and this fact should make articles from members living in the south very interesting to those members living in the north, east, or west. Those living in the south near sugar, cotton, or strawberry plantations could write veiy enlightening articles on the care and raising of these crops. I’m sure after harvest the young as well as the older folks have a festival; and wouldn’t it be fun writing about this pretty ancient custom handed down to us from our Hungarian forefathers? Those who live in the mining districts could find much writing material on the construction and workings of mines. In the north, members who are associated with the automobile industry could find ample material in their own type of work. Western members could weave very charming stories centered around the towns which were once “gold-rushed” in the early days. Ranching is also exciting. Eastern members, especially those near the seaboard, have niore material on hand to write about than they could find the time to do it in. Fourth: What do you think, English Verhovay Members? Shall we spend more time pursuing worthwhile articles for our Journal, and waste less time writing about Mary’s blushes? Writing about our own locality would serve to bring members more closely together, rather than the “date problems”, of members we have not had the pleasure of meeting. Pictures of interesting sections of the country would be inspirational. In conclusion: Mr. Revesz and Mr. Jozik do not expect an immortal classic from us, but let us prove that there IS talent among the Hungarian-American members of the Verhovay F. I. Association by submitting articles and short stories that will suggest to the editors of the Journal the thought that "all’s well with the world!” Verhovayak Lapja___________ GOOD-BY By STEPHEN J. ROTZ (Bob Storm) Member 430 - Homestead, Pa. It was almost midnight; almost time for the Paradonia to swing away from the dock into the black night on the start of the long journey to England. Just a few minutes more. Kay Talbot was already in her stateroom, and surrounding her were the flowers, the books and messages of her numerous friends. Her baggage—all the trunks and bags and boxes—filled with all the beautiful clothes she might need on the trip abroad, was all packed aboard the ship. Abroad, she thought, I don’t want to go abroad. I don’t want to see places that I’ve heard so much about. I don’t want to meet lots of uninteresting people. I want to stay here—here in America. “Just a few minutes more, Douglas,” she said to the young man who stood at the door, hat in hand, ready to depart. “When are you coming back, Kay? You know those contracts for new pictures are ready for you. I think you’re being very foolish—” “Foolish?” she broke in, and laughed queerly. At the sound, the young man glanced at her quickly. Foolish, thought Kay, silent, pensive, her eyes turning to gaze through the open porthole at the star-studded sky. Perhaps I am foolish; and acting like a child. Contracts! Contracts for the movies. Contracts for the stage. I’m sick of them! I want you, Douglas. I want you. Oh, you’ve always been so blind. Can’t you realize that I must get away—anywhere—just so that I can try to forget you for a little while. You don’t love me, I know. “I hope you have a great time in England,” said Douglas. “Don’t forget to go to all the famous old places. There’s Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and all the rest. Of course, the air raids might interfere with your sightseeing, what with all the excitement of the war over there. Be very careful, won’t you, Kay?” he asked her. A warning whistle blew and voices sounded outside the door as last minute visitors scurried to the gangplank. And still the young man hesitated, talking. “You aren’t going to accept that offer Pringle mentioned. are you. Kay? I hope not. You see, I want you to stay clear of any screen entanglements abroad. I need you here in ‘Just for a Moment’.” She nodded, but she had heard his words only as a phonetic jumble, meaningless. That’s all you ever think about, Douglas. All you ever have on your mind is the producing of a great picture. Can’t you ever think of love—-the kind a woman dreams about and wants— the kind I want? I’m not as unemotional as you might think. I’m young and warmblooded; like any woman. I was even happy before I met you. Everybody —all the men here and in Hollywood—have been so stupid. You’re different: vitaly different, and exciting. And because you don’t love me, I’m miserable and sick, down here inside of me, in my heart. Again the whistle blew’. And it sounded mournful to Kay’s wretched inner self. Someone shouted a warning cutside the door, and passed cn. “Well, Kay, I’ve got to be going. Take care of yourself, won’t you? Good-bv, Kay.” Was that tenderness in your voice, Douglas? Oh, if it only was! If it only was! Maybe you do love me. Maybo there is a reason why you can’t speak to me of love. Oh, if there is why don’t you confide in me, darling. I could understand; I know I could! “Good-by, Kay.” “Good-by, Douglas. Goodby!” she whispered. And she really did try to conceal that betraying sob in her throat. Did he hear the quiver of her voice? Oh, no, he mustn’t! But he did look at me as though—but no, he doesn’t care. Oh, Douglas! Douglas, dearest, don’t leave me. Tell me the words I want to hear. Take me in your arms. I want you to kiss me. You—oh, you would think me a horrible fool if you knew how I feel. I am a fooll I am! I am! In love with a man who doesn’t even know I’m in the same universe. A man who thinks cf me only as a good investment—a money making attraction. But I can love, too. I want you; I do—but no, it’s no use. It’s no use, Douglas. I can see it in your eyes. You won’t ever think of me as a vital part in your personal life. But I’ll think of you— every minute, every hour, every day. For this—this is... good-by, Douglas. Good-by! There was something wistful in her eyes as she held out a slim hand. Douglas took the tiny hand in his before he realized that there were tears in her eyes. “Kay, What’s wrong? You don’t seem very happy.” Her heart leaped at his consternation, then fell as he added: “You poor kid, no wonder you’re crying. The excitement over your first sailing must be very trying.” She nodded wearily. “Yes, Douglas, that’s it. I am very tired.” “Good-by, Kay. Don’t forget to write. Good-by!” She mumbled a farewell through quivering lips, and her eyes, filled with tears, saw only a blurred figure slip out of the stateroom into the darkness. Good-by, Douglas. Goodly. She slumped down, motionless, on the lounge. And she paid no heed to the hot tears of despair which rolled down the round cheeks, down her neck, wetting her dress. Her shoulders started to shake with emotion. She lifted a hand to her aching head. Gone. He’s gone, Kay. There’s no use in crying. Oh, I love him so. But all he said was good-by. It was all so simple. God, so simple. Just good-by. No more; no less. Good-by, Douglas. Good-by. V íjí íjí (Editor's Note: Thanks much to our very active fellow Verhovay. William C. Kohut, Secretary of Branch 430, we have succeeded In lifting the veil of obscurity which was prompted by the modesty of talented Mr. Stephen J. Rotz—Rob Storm—in his first two short story contributions, DADDY DARLING and ZERO HOUR! We were not in favor of Mr. Rotz' continuing using the pen name, for it was impossible to give him due personal credit. We sincerely hope that the appreciated efforts of young Mr. Rotz have started the ball rolling for other short stories, poems, essays, book reviews, letters to the editors, etc., by the many other talented mem bers of our great and progressive Verhovay.)--------------O-------------A new deep fat frying pan has an inner metal ring to prevent the fat overflowing. PAIN IN BACK MADE HER MISERABLE Read How She Found Blessed Relief Muscles were so sore 3he could hardly touch them. Used Hamlins Wizard Oil found wonderful relief. Try it today muscles are stiff, 9orc, achy. Rub it on thoroughy. 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